Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Rondoba Babarig was riding on the horse, biting the hard meat.

Because there is no water, the salty preserved meat has been chewed as much as possible, but it is very difficult to swallow.

It has been 2 days since the retreat from Vicenza. Because he lost contact with Venice, he did not know what happened afterwards.

From the initial dissatisfaction to the destiny now, some officers who originally opposed his withdrawal have now become silent.

But Barbrigger knew that this was only temporary, and those who opposed him were just waiting for the opportunity, and maybe a reason that suddenly appeared in the next minute would become the fuse for those people to break openly with him.

There are roughly two types of officers in the Venetian Army.

One is a mercenary who lives purely for money. Although these people should be considered Venetians because they serve Venice all the year round, they are only interested in money and never mix into other things.

The other is the nobility and civilians of Venice. Many of these people regard their resumes on the battlefield as capital for future politics, and the governors of Venice have been willing to find their own factions from the officers who have a great influence in the army. Recruit talent.

So there are not many people among the officers who want to bring down Barbara, who used to be a commander and did not dare to act rashly, but now the opportunity seems to be coming.

The northern part of Italy is not all fertile land. The high-yield fields and the water network are all extending. In the north, Trotino is arid and barren because of the complex terrain.

Although there are two large rivers here, they are separated by several hilly areas heading south, which makes it very inconvenient for many places here because of the lack of interlinked rivers.

And because of the local geology, these hills are mostly dry and even gravel. They are not suitable for long-term travellers to pass through, and they often encounter a water well when they walk far away.

Rondoba Barbarig swallowed hard. He felt that his lips were about to crack. In the June weather, the sun above his head seemed to scorch people directly, and the ground under his feet rose up. The heat wave seemed to blow out at any time.

Rondoba Babarige knew that if he could not find a place with water again, the officers and soldiers might be in trouble, but in his impression, he should have to walk a long way forward to have a village.

There was a sound of horseshoes coming from behind. Rondoba Babarig looked back slightly. He saw several officers running towards him. He made a look at the people around him to make them careful, and he also pinched himself. Ready to squeeze the hilt.

Seemingly aware of the strange atmosphere, some nearby soldiers gave way to the distance.

"It seems that even the soldiers know what is going to happen." Rondoba Barbarig watched the officers approaching and said with ironic tone. "I've been waiting for you, but I'm a little strange how do you It's only here that I decide to start."

"Give up, Babarig, you are done."

A leading officer obviously does not want to waste time. They are indeed waiting for this opportunity, but it is not so easy to let those mercenary officers not intervene, so they only wait until everyone is exhausted and desperate. Proposal to forcibly lift Babarage's command.

What I got from those mercenary officers was silence. Obviously, those people did not want to mix these activities with the Venetians, but took the attitude of listening to whoever wins.

"Are you sure you want to rebel?"

"This is not a rebellion, it is to correct the mistakes or even crimes you committed," another officer stood up. "You gave up rescue Venice before, and now you fled because of timidity, and you also brought everyone to such a bad place, you ..."

"Poof~"

Suddenly a flash of black shadow flashed over, the tail of the crossbow arrow still shivering, but the sharp tip of the arrow came out from behind the officer's neck with bloodshot drills.

The man couldn't help trembling, he wanted to reach out and touch his neck, but when he lifted his hand halfway, he fell down weakly, and at the same time his body fell straight.

The officers were taken aback, they pulled out their swords, and some even greeted the soldiers who were following to prepare to start, but then they found themselves already surrounded.

The soldiers who seemed to want to stay away from them before did not know when they had completely surrounded them, and some of them who were behind them had been quietly disarmed.

"Do you really think I will wait for you to find me, still think that I have been nothing in the army for these years, if that is why my uncle should tolerate me staying in the army," Rondoba Barbarig Walked in front of the leading officer and reached out to pat his cheek. "I know you have always wanted to trouble me, but you will be disappointed to see that the Barbaric family will continue to grow stronger. One day I will become the governor, By that time you will all kneel down and salute me."

Having finished speaking, Barbarig stepped back two steps and looked at these frustrated officers: "Secret all of them, convicted, conspiracy rebellion."

Like Lombardy and Veneto, Trotino also has a large city.

This is the center of the entire Trotino region. This city, built several centuries ago, was originally used to defend against northern barbarians. It is now the most lively place in Trotino.

This is Trento, a very old but uncharacteristic northern city.

Because of the inconvenient transportation environment, the only thing that can be commendable compared to Lombardy is the large vineyards, and it is also the northernmost wine growing region in Italy.

Further north, is a large mountain area that is part of the Alps.

The city of Trento is small but very long. Some places can see the fortresses and walls left when they resisted the barbarians in the Roman era. Many villages around the city still have traces left in the early Roman society.

For example, Rondoba Barbarage is looking at this well now.

The largest well in the village was built on an open space in the middle of the village. The open space was circled by a sparse wooden railing, with entrances in all directions on all sides of the village.

Walking into this open space is like walking into the Colosseum in ancient Rome. The feeling of being peeped from all around is very strong.

Rondoba Babarig walked over to the well and took a sip from the wooden spoon delivered by the soldier.

The cold well water rushed down the throat. At that moment, besides being comfortable, there seemed to be a feeling of breaking the body.

It seemed that Barbrig, who had finally come alive, whispered comfortably before beckoning and asking the soldiers to call the village chief who had been waiting not far away.

"I'm sorry adults, they said they didn't hear about the emperor's army."

The soldier’s report surprised Little Barbare. He looked at the village chief standing beside him, apparently wanting to know more from him.

"We haven't heard anything about the lord," the village chief shook his head. "We just pay taxes on time, lord lord's taxes, church taxes, and God knows who's taxes, but we really haven't heard of the army. thing."

"Don't Marquis Trotino send someone to pay for his army?"

Barbare Greg frowned and asked, although Venice and Maximian have been in constant dispute over the years, they rarely agree on the matter of dealing with the Roman Thesias.

This naturally affects the pro-Austrian Trotino Marquis.

"This is a levy," the village chief's words just relieved Barbara the younger brother, and then he continued. "But this is the most annoying. The Marquis' tax collector took the food and wine, but Did not see any movement in his army."

Barbari Greg showed a slight consternation. He originally thought that the emperor's army might only have been acting slowly, but Marquis Trotino should have been prepared early, and even had already sent troops to Lombardy.

But now it seems that things are very different from what he thought. Although the Austrian is nowhere to be seen, the Trotino Marquis, who is a vassal of Maximian, does not look like he wants to fight at all. Venice cares too much about Milan and ignores it from the beginning.

Vienna, which entered June, is even more beautiful. Although the city was too focused on the role of a military fortress when it was first built and ignored the beauty and comfort it deserves, after so many years of expansion, Vienna has gradually become Europe A dazzling pearl in the middle.

On the second floor of the fourth wing on the east side of the Huffman Palace, an officer sits on a bench near the pillar and takes a nap.

A muffled snoring sound like a pig's cry in his nose made everyone passing by frown secretly, and the bursts of smell on his body also made people far away from him.

An attendant came, he looked at it frowning first, then walked in disgust to the officer, and rudely pushed his shoulder.

The body shook suddenly, and the officer woke up immediately. He first glanced at the attendant standing in front of him, and then quickly looked to both sides, and then he woke up and remembered where he was.

"Sorry." The officer scratched his messy hair.

"Come with me, Your Majesty wants to see you." The attendant turned and walked away.

The officer hurried to follow, and looked around with his eyes blind.

Because he likes a lake view in the distance, Maximian always stayed in the room on the east side when he was in the Hoffman Palace.

One of the rooms in the fourth wing is his favorite.

This room is large, with a whole row of windows facing Watzen Lake next to the Hoffman Palace.

In summer, all the windows are opened, and the cool lake wind spreads the room, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

But Maximian's mood is not very good now. He looked at the rude-looking soldier standing in front of him, his eyebrows deep.

But his unhappiness was not because of this sloppy look and the faint smell of sweat on his body, but the news he brought.

"You mean, your general told you to report to me that he has no way to defend Milan, does he?"

Maximian looked sullenly and asked the officer opposite: "Tell me what makes you think that even if you bring me such bad news, I will not immediately order someone to cut your head?"

The officer shrugged his shoulders, and didn't seem to care much about the intimidation of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, we are soldiers, you send us to rob, fight or call anything, we will do it according to your orders, but if we can’t do it, you really cut my head and it’s useless. ."

The officer complained carelessly.

"We have no army, no weapons, and although there is food and wine, those things can not help us hold the city, and the Milanese hate us. The only thing we are thankful is that they also hate the French, otherwise they may have long been Has publicly opposed us."

The officer whispered until Maximian interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Tell me, does your general think that Milan cannot hold you as much as you do?"

"This is actually the thought of all of us. I mean that in addition to ourselves, the Milanese think so, so they have started looking for us for the accounts. Those guys who usually owe money to taverns and brothels are chased by them all day long. Debt collection, just before I set off, the tailor was asking my general for the wages he owed."

Maximian listened calmly, he did not know that Milan’s situation was terrible. Since the Roman Thesia army eliminated the lone army on the outskirts of Palma, and the Count Graz, which caused the entire army to overthrow, Milan is actually an almost completely undefended Lonely city.

The Roman Thesias have not occupied Milan until now, not so much as a tactical reason, but as a result outside the battlefield.

Maximian didn't fail to guess Alexander's purpose, but he was helpless to find that even with insight into the enemy's conspiracy, he still had to stare at Milan.

The French were probably waiting for the news of Louis XII at this time. Once the French king ordered the occupation of Milan, the French army who had been coveting for a long time would never miss this good opportunity.

But was the Duke of Rome Theseia waiting to take advantage of it?

Maximian suddenly remembered his predecessor.

Kotzach was very active in Vienna. He visited the nobles, chatted with them, drank and hunted with them, and then the nobles often came to him shortly afterwards.

They turned to him and hoped that he and Roma Thesia, at least not with the trade union, should not make the relationship too rigid, and some people even directly suggested that they would be enemies with someone who can bring benefits to themselves. It is better to establish a new relationship with the Roman Thesia.

But Maximian would certainly not be touched by these words. For him, the Duke of Rome Thesia is his enemy. Especially when he thought of the man who actually tried to covet the crown of Iberia, Maximian felt unbearable.

Because of this, although Bohemia and Wallachia were frequently active in Hungary, he was still impatient. Even Kotszach offered to provide him with funds to expand Vienna, he still did not do it easily. Reply.

But now he finds that he has to react~www.ltnovel.com~ Obviously he is filled with a strong sense of defeatism in the Italian army.

From the noble generals to the ordinary soldiers, they think that they have no choice. Perhaps some people are already considering whether they should surrender to the first enemy who appears in front of them.

This makes Maximian feel unbearable, he must find a way to stop this kind of signs that may cause the Italian war situation to be completely out of control.

"You left a deep impression on me," Maximian said to the officer. "So I decided to appoint you as my flag officer in Milan. Now your task is to bring my flag back to Milan, and then tell Your general, I will send an army to support him, Milan cannot lose, this is the emperor's order!"

Maximian's growl reached the hallway, and a minister who had just walked over squeezed a document in his hand and hesitated under his feet.

That was a report just sent from Hungary. The Wallachia army recently occupied the city of Perape in southern Hungary.

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